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Every day, I realize just a little more why I want to live 500 miles away. Because I can't do anything right, even when I've done nothing wrong. You tell me you don't want to go out because you're concerned about dad. I mention that he's going to do nothing but sleep, and you just shrug. So I find someone else to do something with, and then you get all pissy with me because *after* I've made plans with said someone else, you change your mind. I try to tell you that I'm not mad at you, and you walk away ready to cry. How does this work?